Eight Divinity Transformation members of the Lu Clan surrounded Zheng Fa, while Creation Taoist and others stood silently to the side.
Everyone was watching his expression, as if waiting for him to give in.
Zheng Fa glanced around, receiving only indifferent gazes. He knew these people wanted to learn the ancient language to compete for the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but he still shook his head: "I cannot teach you."
The Great Elder of the Lu Clan's eyes turned cold, and a golden arrow formed on the longbow in his hand, aimed directly at Zheng Fa.
The heat rushed towards him, yet Zheng Fa remained unwavering, and the Creation Jade Disc transformed into the shape of the Sun-shooting Bow, his right hand pulling the string, confronting them from a distance.
The lights in the hall flickered, the temperature soared.
"Would you really choose mutual destruction?"
The Great Elder of the Lu Clan shouted.
